Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1887-10-26
LUCK at Last.

at cannot Dc true. You are jok-
ing" said Cyril Beresford, his face
growing very pale.
~ wish it were a JOKE she an
swered sadly, ~ thought you had
heard of my marriage. 1 am Clari
Hunter"
And she held up her hand on which
glistened a wedding ring.
'.And what of your wifePn she asked
calmly.
my wifeg" he stammered.
'Yes, they told me you had married
Annie Dormer."
''Great GOd!' he murmured "there
is some terrible mistake here. Why,
Clari-I mean Mrs. Hunter-I have
not seen her for two years. This is an
infamous plot. Did you not get any
of the letters 1 wrote to you from
abroad?"
Not one," she said, bewildered.
Cyril, 1 was duped into the marriage,
because L believed you had forgotten.
me. God forgive them for wrecking
both our lives" And she covered her
face with her hands.
Then suddenly rising up she said:
''But my husband was to return for
me here. He must not see you. Good
by, dearest, 3" giving him her hand.
"GOod-by, Clari; good-by foreveIl
can't trust myself 10 say anything
more, but good-by is enough now. L
shall go abroad again at once; where l
hardly know, but possibly back to
Canada. AT any rate We shall hardly
meet again l, for one, pray notl"
lie would have gone, but her small
clinging hands held him convulsively-
"Going away forever? Oh, Cyril,
my darling, 1 cannot part with you.
My love-my only love-I shall die
without you'll Take me-oh, take me
with you'll she cried, wildly.
He unclashed her hands very gently,
but with a strength she was power
less to resist.
Don't tempt mel'' he said, in a
| deep voice, stern in its repressed
agony. Don't tempt me to ruin your
| life as well as NY own. 1t is only the
strength of my We which helps me to
swear that l will not drag your young
| life down into shame and misery.
| Don't look at me with those haunting
eyes of yours. ClariI L can't bear I'll
! Do you think me more than mortal?' .
| he burst forth, in sudden irrepressible
passion; then calm, again, replaced the
slight form upon the grass; adding, III
tones which rang through Clara's poor,
bleeding heart for many a long, weary
day" Go home-go to your duty and
strive and pray to forget"
He strode away, not daring, moi
! trusting to give one backward glance,
one pause. And his poor fellow-suf.
ferer did not faint. or scream, ol
weep Hearts Can suffer and endure
death-wounds very quietly and will
very little outward show.
My dear fellow, you hav> peer
swallowed up In those backwoods foI
so long you've absolutely forgotten
how TO be civilized. You have re-
fused no end of invitations this week
and l tell you candidly L shall consider
it a personal affront If you don't turl
up this evening""
And Albert Harlind selected ant
lighted cigar with the air of one borI
to overcome opposition
And L tell you candidly, old man, ,
laughed Cyril Beresford, leaning bach
in the chair he was carelessly balancin,
upon half its proper number of legs
''that 1 came over TO England TO
business, not pleasure. l don't Intend
70 stay more than three weeks at tn
longest, and L certainly don't mean t
waste any of that time upon tn
dragon, Society. Society," ! detest Itl'
''See the demoraiiZIng effects o
prosperity" cried his friend, mock
ingly. "My dear Beresford, it i
high time you were thinking of maj
: rying and settling down nationally
and II you will only trust your futur
to my hands this evening l will in
troduce you to''-
"a pretty, charming, insipId youn
. grill" interrupted the other, scorI
fully. 'sI detest pretty girls and S
will gratefully take your will for you
deedIn
sit was no pretty girl was thinkin
: of then, but lovely young woman
, widow-and 1 dare bet you prett
heavily, Beresford, that the first mC
ment you see her she will just fascinai
you, brain and soul Come early an
get over your first attack of lunacy be
fore most of the people arrive'
81 hate widowsI'' was Cyril's !,
: comic reply, putting lazily at the ciga
between his lips.
I'm give you just short sketch
! her history" Harland continued
quietly, ignoring his companions rud
: observation. ''She was a most devote
! , wife-a good augury that for the fl
! ture, you know. Uer husband die
about q year ago, and she is left e,
tremely well OF, although that Is sma